I finished my WIP!
and, the timing is perfect because we are headed out for spring break this week and I am expecting a round of edits upon my return (or sometime around then) on With A Name Like Love (fall 2011).
You know, my Love novel was written from the heart. I had heard the advice, "Write what you want to read" and really feel that novel was written from a place inside my soul where few people have bothered to look.
This new novel was written for fun. It is a middle grade adventure story with a secret society, a brother and sister duo, a spider loving antagonist and a tv addicted mother. It is a romp and a ride (or at least, I hope it is)
I thought I would be less attached to it, but no way!
I'm surprised how we can continue to try and enjoy different things as artists/writers/even just as people.
so - it is in the hands of trusted (and hopefully brutally honest!) readers.
I am off on a hiking spree with my family for the week.
and I'm wondering....
have you ever been surprised in this way? trying something completely new and different and finding that it can still represent you as a person?